Annie, our light is locked up
And it is not coming through
And that is something on me, not on you
It’s just something I am working through
For the restless, the tired, and tried
It’s a sure sign of blood
But there’s a peace and a still to this night
And I am not giving up
There are those that will say it’s alright
But is it to trust?
Is there villainy in thinking it’s time?
Well, that’s just something I am working through…
Something I am working through
It’s just something I am working through